I turn away from these grey windows
I fold these walls down around me
To wrap myself with all that I can
My mother’s quilts and electric heating pads
Sheets upon sheets
Hiding in a pile of pillows
To feel any warmth that I can
Wishing for relief and healing
What would I do without these walls?
Left to the elements of this world
Face down in the mud
With bombs exploding next door
Mercy . . .
Do I even think of them?
And I here in pain
I turn away from this world
Just to find time to protect myself
I turn away from these rain filled days
These grey grey windows of mine!
Shadowleaves on Lake Ann 